Feelings need to be written,
For I never let a soul dared to see
For I am searching for my own identification
And discover who is the real me.
Happiness in times past I portrayed
When tears in my eyes dared to peep
Under the hardness demeanor
A child wanting what love illustrated to be.
To search the new horizon
Miles gone past hurriedly
As I stand amazed pretending,
This is not happening to me.
To seek so close to miss it,
To try and try again,
I can not stop arranging,
I know I am covered with Godís hand.
Letting go is a battle,
Waiting is hard to understand
Only with God I will make it,
By His grace I finish His command.